Reason says, br I will win him with my eloquence. br br Love says, br I will win him with my silence. br br Soul says, br How can I ever win him br When all I have is already his? br br He does not want, he does not worry, br He does not seek a sublime state of euphoria - br How then can I win him br With sweet wine or gold? br br He is not bound by the senses - br How then can I win him br With all the riches of China? br br He is an angel, br Though he appears in the form of a man. br Even angels cannot fly in his presence - br How then can I win him br By assuming a heavenly form? br br He flies on the wings of God, br His food is pure light - br How then can I win him br With a loaf of baked bread? br br He is neither a merchant, nor a tradesman - br How then can I win him br With a plan of great profit? br br He is not blind, nor easily fooled - br How then can I win him br By lying in bed as if gravely ill? br br I will go mad, pull out my hair, br Grind my face in the dirt - br How will this win him? br br He sees everything - br how can I ever fool him? br br He is not a seeker of fame, br A prince addicted to the praise of poets - br How then can I win him br With flowing rhymes and poetic verses? br br The glory of his unseen form br Fills the whole universe br How then can I win him br With a mere promise of paradise? br br I may cover the earth with roses, br I may fill the ocean with tears, br I may shake the heavens with praises - br none of this will win him. br br There is only one way to win him, br this Beloved of mine - br br Become his.